Bewitched

I'm wild again
 Beguiled again
 A simpering whimpering child again
 Bewitched bothered and bewildered
 Am I
 Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
 When love came and told me
 I shouldn't sleep
 Bewiched bothered and bewildered
 Am I
 Lost my heart, but what of it?
 He is cold, I agree
 He can laugh, but I love it
 Although the laugh's on me
 I'll sing to him, each spring to him
 And long for the day
 When I'll cling to him,
 Bewitched bothered and bewildered
 Am I
 He's a fool and don't I know it
 But a fool can have his charms
 I'm in love and don't I show it
 Like a babe in arms
 I've sinned a lot
 I mean a lot
 But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
 Bewitched bothered and bewildered
 Am I
 I'll sing to him
 Each spring to him
 And worship the trousers
 That cling to him
 Bewitched bothered and bewildered
 Am I
 When he talks
 He is seeking
 Words to get
 On his chest
 Harsh until he's speaking
 He's at his very best
 Jest again
 Oh yes perplexed again
 Then, God, I can be oversexed again
 Bewitched bothered and bewildered
 Am I